We lie there for a while. Our bodies are still joined because I’m just not ready to leave her yet. I don’t know much about virginity, that’s true enough. But I know I want to take care of her. What she just gave me was special. I didn’t think I would feel that way, not consciously. But knowing that I was the first to bring her pleasure … The first to own her body … I’m a possessive, greedy fuck, and I find that now that I’ve had her, I don’t want to turn her loose for another asshole. All my previous plans with Beth have been thrown out the window.

These are the thoughts racing through my brain after the best climax I can remember having. I hope I’m just drunk on pussy, but I have a feeling I’m not. I force myself to push off of Beth. I’d collapsed over her, and even though I move to the side, I fear I’m still squashing her. I hiss as my dick drags out of her swollen pussy, not wanting to let me go. Even now, after the workout I just gave her, her greedy little cunt is trying to suck me back in, unwilling to give up one inch. Fucking perfection, right there. Beth moans, and even though she’s half asleep, she tries to pull me back to her.

“Where are you going? Don’t leave, Skull,” she says, her tired voice hoarse from her cries and filled with desire. My dick should be tired as a motherfucker, but instead, he’s already perking back to life.

I look down at him and see the telling signs of her blood on my shaft and between her thighs. That should bother me, but it doesn’t. I want to beat on my damned chest like fucking Tarzan while screaming for my woman.

“I’ll be back, mi cielo,” I whisper to her. She mumbles, curling back into the covers.

I go the bathroom and run water. I search through the bathroom supplies and find the bath salts mi madre used to keep here before she passed. I couldn’t bring myself to dispose of any of her things. These may be out of date, but they will be better than nothing. I pour them into the water, hoping they work. My mom used them to help ease her muscles after a hard day of working in the garden. It didn’t matter how easy I tried to make her life, she always had to stay busy. I’m hoping that the salts will help heal Beth, because fuck did I give her a hard workout.

As I look down at my semi-erect cock covered in a mixture of our combined release and her virgin’s blood, I know I’m planning on working her out even more.

I return to the bedroom to pick her up in my arms. She’s boneless, but curls in to me and kisses me on my chest. That Tarzan feeling does nothing but intensify.

“Where are we going?” she whispers, her beautiful eyes slowly opening.

“I need to take care of you,” I tell her, heading to the bathroom.

“I thought you just did that. Like … a couple of times,” she says with a ghost of a smile.

I laugh and, for the first time in years, I feel free. You would think she’d be embarrassed or shy after what just happened. After all, it had been pretty intense for a virgin. Not Beth, though. Maybe that’s why we mesh so well. I slowly stand her up, holding her close to my body and not wanting to let her go.

“The lady has jokes,” I whisper against her mouth before claiming it in a sweet, soft kiss, my tongue dancing with hers. She holds onto me, her tongue playing with mine, and we break away slowly.

“I’m taking a bath?” she asks, looking over at the water running in the bathtub and then back at me.

“We are.” I help her climb in. “Scoot up,” I tell her when she’s settled, then get in behind her.

“And to think I’ve always been a shower person,” she says, reclining back into me. My arms slip around her while the water continues to fill.

“I’ll show you how wonderful showers can be too, mi cielo … Don’t worry.”

She kisses my shoulder. I stretch to turn the water off, quickly wash my now-raging cock, then take the soap and begin lathering my hands.

“Tell me about your life, Beth. I want to know more.”

“Not much more to tell,” she says, but from the way her body tenses up, I know she’s lying.

I decide not to push her—not yet. My hands go around to cup her breasts, massaging the soap in and just enjoying the feel of them. For such a small woman, her breasts are large. The nipples are a pale pink and about the size of a dime. I love the way they feel in my mouth, the way my tongue can torture them, my teeth imprison them. I nearly groan as my dick hardens into full launch mode.

The fucker can just calm down; there’s no way she’s going to be ready to go again. Soon, though. I’m not going to be able to wait long.

I pull on her nipples and her head goes back against my chest, her hips thrust up, sloshing the water around us. “Skull,” she moans.

“You have beautiful breasts. So large and juicy… made to pleasure and bring a man to his knees,” I whisper, still torturing her nipples. “And your nipples… They taste so sweet, so inviting…”

A picture slams into my mind, a picture of Beth nursing my child. My son or daughter’s lips latching on and drinking from her body while her stomach is swollen with another child. You would think that would make my dick deflate. Instead, I feel pre-cum leak off the head and my balls tighten. It felt so fucking good coming inside of her, filling her full of my seed while my shaft was pressed as deep into her womb as humanly possible. It wasn’t a conscious decision, but it was on purpose. I want to fill her with my babies. Lock her to me for eternity.

“Skull, sweetheart… Oh, God, that feels so good,” she moans, her hands biting into my legs on either side of her, and she pushes her ass against me, further torturing my cock.

“You could be pregnant even now, mi cielo. We used nothing. My babe could be growing inside of you.”

I didn’t mean to say that, but fuck, now that I’ve had the vision, I want it. I fucking want it, and now. I wish I had kept that shit to myself, though, when her body goes rock solid against me and she pulls away.

“That can’t happen,” she whispers, standing up.

Jesus, is the thought of having a child with me so terrifying? But then, I’ve told her I will tire of her. She doesn’t understand that having her and taking her virginity have been game-changers.

I capture her hand and she twists to the side to look at me.

“Sit back down here, mi cielo. Face me this time. I want to take care of you. I didn’t realize the thought of my child was so repelling to you.”

Something flashes in her eyes. I think she’s about to call me on my earlier comments about growing tired of her. Instead, she turns and sits back down, this time facing me. I loop her legs on each side of me, pulling her as close to me as I can. I busy myself with cleaning the blood from the inside of her thighs.

“It’s not that, Skull… though that would be insane. I’m not exactly in the shape to raise a child alone.”

“You wouldn’t be alone, Beth,” I tell her, and for now, I will leave it like that. When I see in her eyes that she doesn’t take me seriously, I vow to tell her the truth soon. I’m not letting her go.

“It doesn’t matter, Skull. I can’t get pregnant,” she says while I’m rinsing off her sweet pussy.

The words are said so matter-of-factly and deadpan that I look up to watch her face. “What do you mean?” Inside I’m screaming no. It doesn’t change my plans. She’s mine and I’d rather have her and no children than anyone else. I’m grieving the loss of seeing her nurse our baby.

“You knew I was sick.” She shrugs like it’s nothing, but I can see moisture in her eyes.

“Si.”

“I had cancer. It’s gone now and my latest tests last month confirmed it’s still gone. The treatments, though, were rough. The doctor told me the aggressive chemo and radiation would make it impossible for me to have a child.”

Fear. Have I known stark fear that is running as deep as this before? I don’t think so. The thought of the world losing Beth to this disease… The thought that something inside of her could take her from me and there wouldn’t be a damn thing I could do about it causes my heart to slam against my chest hard. I grab her by the neck and pull her lips to me, acting on instinct and instinct alone.

“You will not get sick, Beth. You will not leave me,” I growl. I don’t give her time to answer. Instead, my tongue invades her mouth and I pour all the anger and fear I have into it. I suck on her tongue, my fingers tightening into her hair as she pulls herself up on my lap, getting even closer. I plunder every part of her warm depths that I can. Our teeth clash, but I don’t care. I just keep hearing her say she had cancer. I keep replaying what that could have meant: I could have never had the chance to touch her, to lie with her, to listen to her laugh or see her smile. Those are things I vow from this moment on that I will not take for granted.

When I break away, we are both breathing hard.

“Wow,” she says, trying to smile.

My fingers search out her clit. I know I can’t get back inside of her this soon, but I need to bring her pleasure. I want to chase away the sadness in her eyes and have it replaced with desire that I put there.

“Skull,” she moans, pushing her sweet little cunt towards me, eager for more.

“Shh… I will give you what you need, mi cielo.”

I pet her pretty clit. My mouth goes to her breast and I suck as much of it as I can into my mouth. My tongue works around the hardened nipple as I suck, then seize it with my teeth, biting it—marking it as mine.

“I want you inside of me,” she cries, wrapping her legs around my body and pulling herself closer to me. My hands go to her ass to stop her.

“We can’t, querida. It’s too soon. You’ll hurt yourself more,” I groan, trying to be fucking noble. “I will make you come. Just relax,” I tell her, letting my tongue go back to torturing her nipple.

I’m distracted by the taste of her sweet flesh, but she completely grabs my attention when her small hand wraps around my cock and guides him inside her body. She moves and impales herself on my rod. Sweet Jesus, he slipped in so easily and her greedy little snatch latches onto my cock, demanding more.

“Fuck,” I moan. The hold on her ass changes now to push her farther down on my dick.

“God, you feel so good inside of me, Skull.”

“We shouldn’t do this, Beth. You’re sore. It will hurt.”

“It feels amazing,” she whispers into my ear, biting on the lobe and sucking it into her mouth. “Fuck me, Skull. I want to feel you inside of me months from now and remember tonight.”

What man can deny his woman when she says something that he wants even more than she does? Still, I can’t hurt her, so I still refuse, doing the only thing I can at this point because there’s no way in fucking hell I’m not going to give her my cock.

“Then ride your man, mi cielo. Take your pleasure, and show me how much you want my dick.”

She freezes for a minute, looking into my eyes. Hers are filled with need. Slowly, she begins to rotate her hips, sliding up and down on my cock. When she squeezes her pussy tight against my shaft, I moan.

“Yes, querida… Just like that. Ride me. Take us both over the edge.”

My words seem to be all she needs, because she picks up her speed, and I can do nothing but get lost in the pleasure and how beautiful my woman is at this moment. When my fingers hone in on her clit and I pinch it between my fingers and twist before rubbing it over and over, she completely comes apart in my arms. She’s riding harder and faster, her breasts bouncing and her hips twisting to get more. The inner muscles of her pussy clench and flutter all around my cock, sucking me in until my balls are pushed against her sweet snatch. I feel my climax coming and just as she screams out my name, I unload inside of her.

Those fucking doctors think she can’t have a child? They haven’t met me. I won’t stop until her stomach is round with my baby. I wrap my fingers in her hair and bring her lips down to mine.

I vow that I won’t stop until she’s surrounded by my babies. That’s a vow I plan on keeping.